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Larkin sobered up and shook his head. “No, you should! Seriously, bro, he’ll love it if you organise something for him. He’ll appreciate the gesture. And it’s Holt. You know he loves being the centre of attention. We’ve all seen the big neon ‘Holt’ sign the moment you walk into his house.”

“Yeah.” Taylor sounded unsure as he chewed on his lip.

“A party might stop him buying something strange,” I commented. “Get it out of his system that way instead.”

“That’s true.” Larkin nodded. “He stopped bothering to use that mask thing after, like, three weeks. Total waste of money, bro.”

“Okay.” Taylor looked at us both uncertainly. “I was just thinking something like… I don’t know. Bowling, or—”

He fell silent when the door opened behind him. Holt stepped into the room, looked at all of us, then announced, “I was thinking of buying a boat.”

We stared at him in silence, until Taylor hesitantly said, “A… boat, Holt?”

He waved a hand as he kissed Taylor on the cheek, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Yeah. Just… I don’t know, like a party boat.”

“A party boat?” Larkin got out in a strangled voice, face turning a deeper blue as he held back his laughter.

I cleared my throat and calmly pointed out, “Not too many big bodies of water around here, boss.”

“We could drive somewhere.” Holt thought about it. “Okay, maybe a party bus instead? Ooh, or a motorbike.”

“A party motorbike?” Larkin asked, voice tight with suppressed laughter.

Holt glared at him. “No, obviously not. Just a really awesome bike. I’d look great on it. Taylor could ride on the back.”

Taylor quickly shook his head. “I’m not riding on the back of a motorbike, Holt.”

“Why not?” Holt pouted, looking over at him. “You’d look hot in leather, babe.”

As Taylor flushed bright red, Larkin and I exchanged a glance. My mouth twitched as he pursed his lips, looking like he was about to burst.

“Holt, can I show you the mock-ups for the new layout in the arena?” Taylor asked hurriedly. “With the additional seats.”

“Sure.” Holt smiled at him and turned them toward the door. As they were leaving, he said, “With the extra revenue every week, we’ll definitely be able to afford a party boat.”

The moment their voices had faded, Larkin burst out laughing and said, “I’m definitely getting Holt some dad sneakers for his birthday.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Meeting the Pack

Larkin

I ended up helping Taylor organise a birthday party for Holt over the next week, inviting all the wrestlers and letting them know it was a surprise, as well as emailing Holt’s mom—who I’d spoken to a few times on the phone—to invite his family. I found the details for a bowling alley run by a cyclops family in the next town over so Taylor could book it out for the following Monday evening after the shows were over for the week.

When I told Seb, he told me that was the town where his parents lived, and asked if I wanted to meet them for lunch on Monday before the party. The idea made me excited but super nervous. I was kind of worried they might think I was too immature for him or something. I wasn’t concerned about the fact that I was fae, because I remembered Seb telling me what his dad had made clear to all his children—that they didn’t care about who they ended up with.

But still. I wanted them to like me. And I was aware that I wasn’t exactly for everyone. Too loud, too talkative, too excitable. His dad looked all quiet and stoic, but then Seb was too, and he liked me. A lot.

I liked him so, so much that it sometimes made me feel all weird and jittery. I missed him keenly when he wasn’t around. I loved sleeping with him, waking up to his bare skin pressed against mine, his steady breaths in my ear, his big body all relaxed and warm.

I was desperate for him to fuck me, so I could finally be that close to him. Feel him deep inside me.

Over the week, he’d used the prostate vibrator thing on me a couple more times, and he’d been fingering me a lot when we had sex. Which, I was pretty sure, meant he was getting me ready to take his dick. I couldn’t freaking wait. I wanted it so much. I wanted to feel him moving inside me. I wanted that thing he’d mentioned—where we got locked together by his knot while he came.

I’d only spent a couple of nights at home recently, and I’d ended up awkwardly but furiously fingering myself while I jacked off in bed, imagining it was his big dick coming inside me. And I’d made sure to text him and let him know that once I was done, which he seemed to really like. He’d sent me a pic of his hand wrapped around his hard dick just above his knot, which had made me need to jerk off again.

I stayed at his place on Sunday night. Taylor had convinced Holt to take Monday off so they could spend some time together, but the office was secretly shut so we could all get ready for the party that evening. His birthday had actually been on the Saturday, so we’d gotten him a small cake and I’d asked the bartenders to make a pitcher of the Holt Up cocktail—the one Seb and I had previously concocted—for him and Taylor to have in the private box while they watched the wrestling.